In accordance with its title, this song is deviously wild.  Chant-samples, trancey drum machines, beastly noice excerpts; holy sex.  It's almost tribal in its natural state, but luckily when you listen to it it won't run away scared.  I think it stares and listens back at you... or even grinds on you.  Don't be scared.
Ok, people, I said immediate and I mean it; these reactions are instinctive and primitive. Thanks to L.A. radio station KROQ, I have been listening to the full album all day via the free stream on Pitchfork, and I gotta say I like it.  Normally the first to criticize anything the first time through, leave it... Read more »